(Complete) Doyle Kane has a reputation as a party girl. When she falls for a rock star, she wants the magic of the Kane Cross to guarantee true love, but Doyle finds trouble first.
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Doyle Kane stood backstage as the scene washed over her, the loud beat, the screams. She snapped a photograph of a body being hoisted up by the crowd in the mosh pit. The girl flashed her tits to the band. Fuck, my mother would kill me. She clicked. Let some other parents be disappointed.
Doyle disappointed Amelia Kane plenty. Of the four children, she was the failure and had been since grade school. Doyle and Kasper were the twins, except Kasper was a fucking genius and Doyle struggled to read and write.
Turning her lens to the stage, she captured a hot picture of Mick, the lead guitarist of Unhinged Rage. Doyle had been star-struck when she was introduced to the band. It was her biggest gig yet. Rock & Roll magazine hired her as a freelancer to photograph the band for an in-depth article. They gave her carte blanche access for as long as she needed.
Doyle judged the girl in the pit, but her mother would have a coronary over her own outfit. The difference was her corset, miniscule skirt and thigh high leather boots cost more than the naked girl made working her retail job for an entire year. Doyle looked smoking hot and knew it.
She rocked her body to the music as she continued to take shots of the band and the audience. The band manager, Gio, gave her a thumbs up. He looked more like a bouncer at a nightclub, complete with muscles and suit. She smiled; he looked like the mafia, not the boss of the hottest heavy metal band. Their music was like all the others, but the guys were seriously fucking, smoking hot, and they had the bad boy reputations to go with it.
The last note played on the second encore and she followed the band backstage. She clicked as Mick and Spike turned their handshake into a half hug. The band was pumped and phrases like, fucking cool, lit audience floated around with other profane expressions.
Gio appeared. "I'm gonna let the girls in, but we're on a time limit. We need to be back on the fucking bus in two."
Spike laughed. "It doesn't take me two hours to fuck." His eyes ran up and down Doyle. "What about you, honey?"
She was about to reply, but Mick put his sweaty arm around her. "I already asked her to party with me."
He hadn't, but Doyle had a crush on the rocker. With his long hair and crystal blue eyes, he looked like Jesus. She wasn't religious, but when the spotlight shined on him singing the band's only ballad, it was like the messiah looking up to heaven.
He leaned in. "Don't party with Spike. You'll end up with herpes. The pecker never wears a condom."
She chuckled. "You have to dress to be invited into me."
"You're fucking hot." He smiled at her as she pinched herself.
Half-naked women appeared. Most of them looked like cheap hookers, not classy hot like her. It was an orgy. Spike had a girl giving him a lap dance. Briggs, the drummer, pressed another against the wall. Mick hugged girls and posed for pictures but he didn't kiss any. Doyle clicked as another girl went down on Spike.
